My Iyashikei Game

The middle-aged woman has been telling Han Fei not to think about it and let Han Fei have a good rest. She seems to be the only person in the world who cares about Han Fei, but Han Fei really doesn't remember who she is.

There was no impression of that face, the middle-aged woman was like a stranger to Han Fei.

Having lost almost all his memories, he could not determine the identities of the people around him, or even if this was his home.

"Don't get too close to the window." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei to the side of the bed. Seeing Han Fei like this, her eyes were full of pain, but she didn't dare to show it: "The meal is almost ready, go wash after dinner. Take a shower, you just came out of the hospital, there are more patients there."

The middle-aged woman didn't urge Han Fei, every word she said was asking for Han Fei's opinion.

After she finished speaking, she entered the kitchen and closed the kitchen door, as if she was deliberately preventing Han Fei from seeing open flames and various knives. .

Not long after, the middle-aged woman came to the living room with two plates of vegetarian dishes. After she set up the tableware and prepared everything, she helped Han Fei out of the bedroom.

As if to reassure Han Fei, she ate every dish in front of Han Fei's interview: "It won't taste good when it's cold."

Looking at the food on the coffee table, Han Fei looked like a rusty machine. He picked up the chopsticks a little stiffly, but after holding the food, he didn't dare to put it into his mouth.

He imagined a scene in his mind for no reason. The middle-aged woman with the kitchen door closed, changed the gentleness on her face, opened some medicine bottles with torn labels, and then crushed all kinds of pills and put them into the meal. among.

"Eat a little more." Under the constant persuasion of the middle-aged woman, Han Fei picked up his rice bowl and ate those vegetarian dishes.

He has a huge appetite and seems to be able to stuff it into his stomach until his stomach bursts.

When swallowing food, Han Fei's nervousness eased slightly. He sat silently in the corner of the sofa and repeatedly observed every item in the living room.

Seeing that Han Fei had a good meal, a smile finally appeared on the middle-aged woman's face: "There is hot water in the shower. I'll take a bath later, and then have a good sleep."

"bath……"

In my impression, such a thing definitely happened, but Han Fei couldn't remember the specific scene.

The middle-aged woman put the clean clothes in the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature: "You can just throw the dirty clothes in the washing machine."

Han Fei's mind was blank and he didn't know anything. Everything the woman did seemed to be for his own good, and he didn't have any resistance to the woman's words in his heart, so he followed the other party's prompts and did various things little by little.

The watch on the wall has stopped, and the time is fixed at 12:01.

Han Fei walked blankly through the various furniture in the house and entered the bathroom accompanied by a middle-aged woman.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just outside."

The middle-aged woman comforted Han Fei softly, and then closed the bathroom door.

The tiles on the floor are connected with the tiles on the wall, and this bathroom is like a closed square box.

Han Fei stood in place, he felt that the ceiling was slowly lowering, very depressed.

Walking under the shower, Han Fei checked all the power plugs before he dared to turn on the shower.

The water drops wet his clothes, and Han Fei stood under the shower in a daze. As the white mist rose, he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him.

The feeling was extremely strong, and the peeping eyes seemed to be hidden behind the window, and it seemed to be hiding in the crack of the door.

"There's another person in the house."

Han Fei didn't know why he had such an idea, he just stood under the shower in his clothes, his body became more and more stiff, the hot water not only couldn't bring him warmth, but seemed to be taking away the temperature of his body continuously.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and Han Fei's pupils gradually began to vibrate rapidly. He kept turning to look behind him, as if there was another person in the bathroom, and that person had been hiding behind him.

"Can't see, can't see it."

His lips trembled slightly, Han Fei's heartbeat became faster and faster, and the mood he finally calmed down began to become extremely anxious again.

It seemed that she heard the sound from the bathroom, and the middle-aged woman knocked on the door and asked at the bathroom door.

Aware that Han Fei's situation was not good, she hurriedly pushed the door and entered.

Han Fei, who was wearing clothes, was standing under the shower. His face was as pale and scary as if he was drowning.

The middle-aged woman was not afraid of getting wet, so she ran over and put her hands full of scratches on Han Fei's shoulders: "Han Fei, Han Fei!"

After shouting over and over again, Han Fei finally calmed down. He slowly squatted down and sat on the floor of the bathroom.

There is no memory in the blank brain, he only knows his own name.

Seeing Han Fei's current appearance, the middle-aged woman felt a little distressed. She didn't know how to help Han Fei, and she didn't know how to relieve Han Fei's pain.

"I'll wash it for you."

Han Fei, who has lost his memory, is like a toy. The middle-aged woman wets his hair with water and helps him wash it a little bit.

The foam slid down his hair, and even if it was about to drip onto his eyes, Han Fei still wouldn't close his eyes. It seemed that once he closed his eyes, something terrifying would appear.

"Come on, dry yourself and change your clothes."

After the middle-aged woman helped Han Fei to rinse off the foam, she put the shower back in its original position and motioned Han Fei to rinse again, but Han Fei turned a deaf ear to these complicated instructions, he listened to everything

Don't go in, just try very hard not to let yourself blink.

It felt like he was pranking with himself, as if he could get some kind of reward without closing his eyes during the bath.

The middle-aged woman has long been used to this. She patiently told Han Fei what to do and what to do next.

It took a full hour for Han Fei to take a shower and put on new clean and comfortable clothes.

Helping Han Fei back to the bedroom, the middle-aged woman made Han Fei lie on the bed and covered Han Fei with a quilt herself.

"Don't think about it, have a good sleep, have a good rest."

The middle-aged woman's voice was exhausted and caring. She took care of Han Fei with all her heart and seemed to really treat Han Fei as her own child.

Shrinking in the quilt, Han Fei wanted to think about some questions, but he couldn't start. He didn't have any memory in his brain, and he even forgot who he was.

His eyelids became heavy. He didn't know if it was because he was too tired, or if the middle-aged woman did put medicine in the meal, and Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

People without memory are deprived of their qualifications to dream. Han Fei heard all kinds of strange sounds in his drowsiness, but he couldn't see any pictures.

He seemed to be walking alone in a black box, up and down, left and right, and as far as he could see, it was all black.

Staring blankly around, Han Fei followed the strange voices, and he didn't know how long he had walked, when the middle-aged woman's voice sounded in his ears.

"The doctor said that this disease should be treated slowly and not in a hurry."

"When are you coming back tonight? The watch at home has stopped. Remember to bring two AA batteries."

"Hello? What are you talking about? Did something happen over there?"

"Okay! I'll go right there!"

The voice became clearer and clearer, Han Fei seemed to suddenly realize something, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Han Fei looked at the bedroom door subconsciously. The middle-aged woman's face was next to the door frame. She was holding her mobile phone and looked at Han Fei with concern.

"Han Fei, I'm going to the night shift. Your dad is expected to be back later today. Don't run around at home alone, just stay in your bedroom, okay?"

It was completely dark outside the window, and the middle-aged woman waited for a long time, but Han Fei didn't speak.

She sighed softly, turned and walked towards the living room door: "Remember, don't run around."

The security door was opened, and the middle-aged woman left with a mobile phone and a bag on her back.

There was only Han Fei left in this unfamiliar room. He slowly sat up from the bed, and a feeling of unease slowly came to his mind.

"it's dark……"

There was an inexplicable sense of urgency in his body. Han Fei got dressed and got out of bed. He turned on all the lights in all the rooms in the house.

The bright light did not dispel the strange feeling. Han Fei stood in the corner of the living room and quietly watched other rooms.

"Where will it be hiding?"

A strange question appeared in his heart, and the more Han Fei thought about it, the more flustered he became.

He couldn't find the answer to the question, so he could only escape against the wall, quickly ran back to his bedroom, and closed the bedroom door.

Lying on the door, listening with pricked ears, the living room was quiet, and there was no sound.

Han Fei's heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and this room that belonged to him gave him a sense of security.

Sitting back on the bed, Han Fei's hand touched the manuscript papers hidden under the pillow, and he took out the manuscript papers in confusion, with stories that seemed to have actually happened.

"The name of the second story is - the bathroom, about seven years ago, when I was taking a shower, I accidentally got foam into my eyes, I quickly rinsed with water, but no matter how I rinsed, the tingling sensation It didn't subside, I tried a few times before I opened my eyes."

"As a result, I saw that a pair of white hands were clasping my eyes."

"The name of the third story is - the guest, since the day I became ill, someone would knock on the security door of my house at 01:01. I told my family about it, They stayed until the knock on the door at 0:00, but when they opened the door, there was no one outside."

"At 0:01 the next day, no one knocked on the security door of my living room, but my bedroom door kept making a bang-bang sound."

"The name of the fourth story is - Mom, slowly I discovered something, she actually..."

Part of the manuscript paper on which the fourth story was written was torn off. Han Fei picked up the pillow, but did not see the remaining part.

He got up and sat on the chair in front of the desk, picked up the trash can, and found that there was nothing in it, and then he began to open the drawers layer by layer.

These movements were made subconsciously, as if he had experienced it before.

After searching for a long time, Han Fei couldn't find the rest. He sat blankly on the chair and looked at the row of books and scripts in front of the desk.

"I'm a book lover."

Glancing at the scripts, there was a script's name that attracted Han Fei.

""The Suspense"?"

He pulled out the script, and when Han Fei picked up the script, a certificate of employment passed the interview fell on the table.

Han Fei opened the employment certificate, which required him to gather at the West Gate of Paradise at 8 o'clock in the morning to receive the doll suit.

"Am I really a puppet actor in the paradise?"

It may be because the body is completely wrapped in doll clothes, which will give Han Fei a sense of security, so he chose to

such a profession.

Looking closely at the employment certificate, Han Fei felt that this thing was very important and must be preserved.

"Eight in the morning……"

When Han Fei's attention was completely focused on the employment certificate, he vaguely heard a creaking sound.

The voice was very weak, and most people would think that they heard it wrong.

Hiding the employment certificate in his pocket as quickly as possible, Han Fei turned his head and looked behind him. The door of the closet didn't seem to be closed tightly, and was staggered by a gap.

Han Fei's mind went blank, the blood in his body accelerated, and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

After staying on the chair for a while, Han Fei walked towards the closet.

Breathing a little messy, Han Fei pursed his lips and slowly approached the closet.

His fingertips touched the door of the closet, but Han Fei hesitated. Some terrifying illusions appeared in his mind. For example, when he opened the closet, a hand would stretch out and drag himself in; or the closet door would open. Afterwards, there will be countless hairs coming out; or there is a bleeding child hiding in the closet...

The hand that wanted to open the door stopped, and Han Fei closed the closet again.

Before his hand left the closet, the sound of the clock hands moving, tick, tick, was suddenly heard in the living room.

Although Han Fei had lost all his past memories, he still remembered what happened after he woke up from the hospital. The middle-aged woman clearly said that the clock in the house was broken, and the time was always fixed at 12:01.

After a little stunned effort, Han Fei found that the closet that had just been closed was staggered by another gap.

Probably because the closet is too old to close properly.

Many similar excuses can be found. No matter how you think about it, this is a small matter, but it makes Han Fei more and more uneasy.

He didn't dare to stay in the narrow bedroom, so he decisively opened the bedroom door and walked out.

The light in the living room shone on Han Fei, he glanced left and right, and his unease became more intense.

After the middle-aged woman left home, Han Fei turned on all the lights in the house, but when he walked to the living room again, he saw that the lights in the bathroom were off.

"The first story is the closet, the second story is the bath, and the bath is in the bathroom."

Heart pounding, Han Fei leaned his back against the wall, staring at the completely unfamiliar room.

He couldn't think of anything in his mind, everything was emptied, and all that was left was a name, and the instincts of the body.

Holding his breath, Han Fei left the bathroom and walked towards the security door of the living room. He had a strong premonition that if he stayed in this room, he would definitely be killed.